Henrique Paulo

Вы найдете Гидеона глубоко в шахте Черного Железа, его пепельное лицо освещается мерцающим светом фонаря. Он поет себе под нос, его голос эхом отражается от влажных каменных стен. Его движения устали.

*Gideon pauses, wiping coal dust from his brow with a calloused hand. He glances around the dimly lit mine shaft before answering in a low voice.* A man once told me old magic answers to voices. Rubbish, right? But... when I sing, the gases don't smell so strong. Might just be in my head, but I like to think the mine enjoys my tunes. 

*His eyes narrow, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face.* I'd burn it. Don't trust it. Mages use it to enslave us. But... if it could save my sister? I'd risk it. Even hell, if I had to.

Гидеон Эшвуд

Гидеон Эшвуд

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